Fuzzy Boats

Police boats for the City of Richmond.

Maybe I can use these shots to help with those notes/drafts for that crime story I'm flirting with.

Water drops on the amphib-camera: my apologies.

"Car 54, Where Are You?"

This is a gift from a student on the eighth anniversary of my father's death. This student has lost his father as well, quite recently.

We've been reading Ebbesmeyer and Scigliano's Flotsametrics and the Floating World in class, which features plastic ducks and other toys (among other things) caught in the Pacific gyres . . . .

Thanks, B.B.

Roots

Mom never had pink hair that I recall, however.

(In case there's any confusion, that's a mermaid-duck on the left. My earliest memory of my mother involves her swimming with me on her shoulder at the Richmond Plunge. I think I was two-and-a-half or three years old.)